k**a-kc - Bigga Figgaz - Feat. White Chedda lyrics

Intro:White Chedda Good mornin Haha, wake your mother f**in a**es up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my roof b**h k**a-Kc: For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my arse whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets arse squished I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad a**es so bad And they so mad they can't stand it Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that sh** Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol when I'm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pitbull you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me? [Chorus: White Chedda] Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother f**ers come on an Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an Wake your arse up mother f**ers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin So up an sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know em mother f**ers an join in Everybody come on an [White Chedda] ?? the media pitted me of a beef starter In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one f** slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a house full of dog sh**, I'ma gothic d**h project, you stop breathin You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It ain't about what you readin When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins Either that or we'll be beefin free when You ******* need a 'E' just to speak sh**! Your leader is a botique b**h Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret ****** I did it from a mind of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan You brave? [Chorus: k**a-Kc] Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother f**ers come on an Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an Wake your arse up mother f**ers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin So up an sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know em mother f**ers an join in Everybody come on an [White Chedda] Yo yo I heard you n***as don't like us But so what this beef is like 'What tha f** did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that he's just a punk I mean these n***as squeeze on me Please I'm seeing guts I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks Am I empty seein them ?? I emtpy out them ?? to fight you In front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "f** you b**h, and I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up like heavy sales And just f** an leave D12 and this blunt We can't self destruct I've never felt it this much Come on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life [k**a-Kc] I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off'a tha hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's But the only thing you shoot is the breeze I can't believe you speaking on movin key's But every time we hear you kick it The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets I look wicked cause n***as will test your nut sack So when they bust you better bust back And get your guts clapped outa your stomach And when they want it (yeah) I bring a hundred n***as from runave So get your gun and if you comin [Chorus: White Chedda] Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother f**ers come on an Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an Wake your arse up mother f**ers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin So up an sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know em mother f**ers an join in Everybody come on an